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A Twist in the Myth
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 11 – Resurrection of the Wind – pt. 1

Chapter summary: Seeing that Byakuya will need assistance on his next mission, Naraku works to bring the wind sorceress Kagura, perhaps his favorite incarnation, back to life.
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(Soundtrack: Opeth – Ghost of Perdition)
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            While Byakuya and Sayaka got better ‘acquainted’ with each other in the bath of Naraku’s dark castle, Naraku himself moved quietly through the tunnels of the castle’s labyrinthine underbelly, descending further into the interior of the artificial island he had built the castle upon. Its black stone walls were lit with torches that burned with eerie blue flame, flame sustained not by any known solid or liquid fuel, but by Naraku’s youki alone. After a period of complete silence, Magatsuhi spoke into Naraku’s mind. “Where are we going?” the evil spirit asked from his place within the Shikon no Tama, within Naraku.
            “We are going into…me. This whole island is an extension of my body,” Naraku answered, speaking aloud so that he could enjoy the way his smooth, yet sinister voice echoed off the stone walls. “There is an antechamber ahead. I use it to birth my incarnations.”
            The claustrophobic tunnel that Naraku walked through soon opened up into a spherical chamber roughly fifty feet in diameter. Torches of blue flame like the ones in the tunnel leading to the chamber sat in a series of steel mounts bolted into the chamber’s smooth wall, lining its widest circumference. A six-foot circular hole, like an empty well, marked the chamber’s bottommost ‘pole.’ Exiting the tunnel behind him, Naraku stepped down into the spheroid chamber to approach the well and kneel before it.
            Naraku peered down into the well and ink-black darkness peered back at him. “Byakuya will need help in order to capture Kikyo. She is formidable. Kohaku accompanies her and he is formidable, as well,” Naraku said to Magatsuhi, slipping one of his armor’s two steel vambraces off of his right arm and rolling up the sleeve of his haori to expose his arm completely. He clenched and unclenched his fist, admiring the way the muscles in his forearm flexed, then plunged his arm into the darkness in the well below him. “Out of all my incarnations, there is one whose abilities will best complement Byakuya’s.”
            “And just which one would that be?” Magatsuhi asked.
            Naraku grinned widely as he envisaged the incarnation he made ready to resurrect. Then, a creamy black fluid, his concentrated demonic essence, swelled up out of the well to envelop his arm up to his elbow. He licked his lips in anticipation as he prepared to speak his incarnation’s lovely name, for he had not spoken it in years. “Her name…is Kagura.”
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            Still nude and semi-erect, feeling pleasurable aftershocks from his feverish encounter with Sayaka in the bath, Byakuya strode purposefully through the halls of Naraku’s dark castle. He sought the castle’s ‘loom room,’ the room in the castle which housed a magic loom that could weave complex, high-quality articles of silken clothing, such as his hakama, haori, and vestment, or even an authentic replica of Sayaka’s miko garb. It could do so by voice command and needed no actual silk to be fed into it; the cloth would be synthesized out from Naraku’s youki on the spot. Had Kagome been present to see it, with her knowledge of 20^th/21^st-century technology, she might have called it a ‘clothes printer.’
            Byakuya found the loom room in short order, entering it to approach the loom within. The loom itself was a precisely-built machine of oak planks, brass pulleys, and steel wires that stood almost ten feet tall and ten feet wide. It seemed to sense Byakuya’s presence. As he stepped closer to it, the machine’s weaving arms moved by some unseen force, indexing themselves like musicians placing their hands upon their instruments, so as to make themselves ready for his order. “Clothes, please,” Byakuya said to the loom, ever mindful of his nakedness. “Like the ones I wore before.”
            Immediately, the loom’s weaving arms began cycling back and forth, conjuring very real silk into sudden existence by Naraku’s demonic power. It could work at a rate of several square feet in a single minute, faster than any human hands could. With Byakuya’s measurements pre-programmed into it, it first produced a copy of wind demon’s charcoal-grey hakama, followed by his duck-egg-blue haori and his navy outer vestment. The male wind demon removed his new clothes from the loom gratefully and slipped into them with visible relief, relief stemming from the simple pleasure of no longer being completely naked, wearing clean clothes once more. Once he finished dressing, he spoke another command to the loom: “Now, make some clothes for Sayaka. She is… a guest in this castle. She is a miko, so let’s start with clothes like those a miko would usually wear. You understand, don’t you?”
            Indeed, the loom understood Byakuya’s request, producing three more garments: a red hakama, a white kimono, and a red haori, worn beneath the kimono. The loom could sense Sayaka’s presence within the castle and it analyzed her body’s measurements remotely, so that the clothes it made would fit her exactly as her last ones had. Byakuya removed Sayaka’s miko clothes from the loom and ran his fingers over their freshly-made material. “Oh, these are very nice. Sayaka should like these. Thank you,” the wind demon whispered to the loom. He knew the loom could ‘hear’ him in an absolute sense, so he spoke to it as if it was a sentient being, actually able to appreciate his praise. Ironically, for Byakuya a mute, inanimate object was as good or better a conversationalist than Naraku.
            As Byakuya took Sayaka’s clothes from the loom, he felt a pang of sudden dizziness overcome him. He cried out as he lost his balance and slipped off the loom to fall to the floor. Everything in his field of vision seemed to be spinning and he clutched a hand to his heart as his very life force wavered within him. Obviously, Naraku was doing…something, something outlandish enough to affect him by proxy through the link they shared.
            The loom began weaving again, but not by Byakuya’s command. Regaining his balance, Byakuya sat up to see what it was making. It produced three more female garments, ones whose color and design he had never seen before: a green yukata, worn closest to the body, a dark blue kimono, worn outside the yukata, and finally, another, significantly looser and heavier kimono, made of white silk with blood-red rectangular patterns woven in. Memories that Byakuya had inherited from Naraku fell into place within his mind. As he recognized the clothes’ color scheme, his heart sped up as their intended recipient’s name passed his lips with awe. “Kagura!”
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            Back in the chamber deep beneath the castle’s foundation, Naraku gathered his evil youki around him and fed it through his arm into the demonic essence that had risen up in the hole at the chamber’s bottom. His index and middle fingers acted as conductors for his youki and it leapt out from them as arcs of deep violet electricity. The charges in those arcs dispersed into the black liquid around Naraku’s arm and after a few seconds, the liquid began to churn and boil with ghastly, supernatural activity. Naraku stepped back from the roiling liquid and the stuff shot upward as a fountain of crude oil, splattering against the top of the spherical underground chamber. Before it could come raining back down, though, it suddenly grew highly viscous, almost solid, linking the poles of the chamber as a pillar of rippling, semi-cured resin.
            An ovoid bubble began to grow in the mid-point of the resin pillar, its transparent membrane crisscrossed with tiny veins and its volume filled with a cloudy fluid: amniotic fluid. Floating freely in the fluid medium Naraku had created, a single cell, like that of a human woman’s egg, began to divide and grow at a frenzied rate. Naraku had achieved the immaculate, yet distinctly unholy conception of new life, and that new life that would soon grow into a second Kagura.
            “Kagura, you say?” Magatsuhi asked of Naraku, reciting the late, soon-to-be reborn wind sorceress’ lovely name.
            “Yes. She was my second incarnation,” Naraku answered, using his demonic senses to perceive Kagura’s zygote as it attached to the inner wall of its artificial, demonic growth chamber. “I modeled Byakuya after her. Their powers will be similar enough that they will be able to work together effectively.”
            “But obviously, she died, at some point,” Magatsuhi speculated. “How?”
            Naraku smiled with evil pleasure. “I killed her,” he said of Kagura, delightfully recalling the gruesome, agonizing end he put her to. “She was rebellious by nature, defying me however she could almost right from the start. Eventually, she outlived her usefulness but now, she can be useful again, if only for a while.”
            Together, Naraku and Magatsuhi watched as Kagura’s practically-invisible zygote grew into a plainly-visible embryo in less than a minute after cellular division began. A minute later, it became a fetus, and another minute after that, it grew to the size of an unborn female infant. At that point, Kagura’s new body had reached the largest size that the limited amount of nutrients her umbilical cord fed into it could allow. Naraku recognized this and commanded many very thin, needle-like tendrils of demonic flesh to penetrate the membrane of Kagura’s birthing pod and converge upon her infantile body.
            By Naraku’s guidance, the tendrils pierced Kagura’s skin carefully and entered her body at dozens of points along her arms, legs, and spine, no two points spaced more than an inch apart. Around half of them branched out into capillary networks that bonded intimately with Kagura’s prenatal musculature. The other half of them reached deeper, penetrating the exterior of her soft, undeveloped bones to enter the spongy marrow within. Kagura’s infant body twitched and fidgeted reflexively in discomfort at the alien sensation gripping it. The ultimate growing pains rocked it, even if it did not yet have the consciousness to perceive the pain in sentient terms.
            Oxygen, nutrients, and growth accelerators flowed through Naraku’s tendrils to enter Kagura’s body. Her body responded immediately, her bones and muscles growing beyond those of an infant, while her circulatory system and internal organs grew to match. Her skeleton gave off a series of soft pops as her bones lengthened and thickened, formations of cartilage slipping into place as her bones found their final alignment. Naraku listened closely: beyond the sounds of her skeleton growing, the rapid, staccato bumpabumpabump of Kagura’s prenatal heartbeat soon became the strong, rhythmic ba-bump, ba-bump of a grown woman. Naraku’s own pulse quickened at the thought of bending Kagura’s heart to his will once again, to remind her of his power over her.
            In as short a time as it took for her to develop from a single cell to a viable fetus, Kagura grew from an 18-inch long, seven pound infant to a 6 ½ foot, roughly 200-pound adult female wind demon. With her rapid maturity, her silky black hair had grown long enough to reach her delectable female rear and cover most of her bare back in thick, flowing tresses, and the gently swirling currents of the amniotic fluid caused her hair to dance softly over the spider-shaped scar that dominated her back. By Naraku’s design, she was now significantly taller and heavier than the average Japanese human woman, taller and heavier than she had been even in her previous body. This time, Naraku endowed Kagura with utterly Amazonian physique, her new musculature exhibiting incredible tone and rippling with refined, athletic power and grace. With her enhanced strength and her dark, exotic beauty, she could bring any opponent to his or her knees, in more ways than one. Kikyo and Kohaku were dangerous together, but when teamed with Byakuya against them, Naraku predicted that Kagura would be close to unbeatable.
            Magatsuhi voiced his approval. “Oh, she’s cute,” he praised, looking upon Kagura’s new, highly-attractive body through Naraku’s eyes. “Beautiful, really. Such an elegant face, and all that muscle! But her tits, though…and her ass and her thighs. I think they need some adjustment.”
            “Adjustment?” Naraku asked for clarification.
            “Tch. You know exactly what I mean, Naraku,” Magatsuhi chastised. “I know how much of a hentai you are, with the show you put on at Sayaka’s shrine. She’s a little…flat, don’t you think? Make some adjustments! Give Kagura the kind of body that InuYasha, Sesshomaru, and every other male in this world won’t be able to keep their eyes…or their hands…off of.”
            “Ah, I understand,” Naraku smiled. Now that the growth of Kagura’s new body was complete, the oni lord withdrew all of his needle-like fluid delivery tendrils from her, the tiny puncture holes they left behind bleeding only slightly into the amniotic fluid outside and healing almost instantly. He pulled all but six tendrils out of the growth chamber and directed two of the remainder to Kagura’s breasts, sending two others to her supple female rear. The last two slithered their way to her left and right thighs, respectively. The tendrils at her breasts slipped carefully through her rosy nipples to invade the feminine glands beneath, while the ones at her rear plunged deep to reach the muscles of her glutes. The ones at her thighs penetrated her skin and split up to interface with her quadriceps and hamstrings simultaneously.
            All at once, growth fluid pumped out of the tendrils to enlarge and enhance Kagura’s breasts, thighs, and ass. Naraku increased their size incrementally, listening for Magatsuhi’s approval. “Bigger,” the spectral demon demanded, watching the most attention-getting parts of Kagura’s body grow before him. “Bigger! Make her tits bigger than her head! Make her into the *ultimate* demonic slut!”
            “Let us remain within reason,” Naraku qualified. “You do realize that she’ll have to wear clothes, once in a while.”
            Naraku soon halted Kagura’s growth, satisfied with her new measurements. Now, the female wind demon was not only toned and athletic, but highly voluptuous, as well. Further, for his own perverse amusement, he made certain that along with everything else, the internal and external dimensional changes he had made to her body affected her reproductive tract. Her vagina was now much deeper and tighter than before, and Naraku predicted that if Kagura ever found herself in a sexual situation with a very well-endowed male, such as Sesshomaru, she would be able to handle his full length and suck his balls dry.
            Naraku had also enhanced the parts of Kagura’s anatomy that worked as receptors for her sexual pleasure, giving her a larger, much more sensitive clit and internal ‘sweet spot’. He doubled the number of nerve endings along her vaginal canal, so that virtually any male she laid with would be able to bring her to repeated, devastating orgasms with ease. Naraku fully intended to have Kagura himself, at some point, something he never got around to doing in her previous life and something he felt some regret over. With the changes he had made to her ‘girl parts,’ he anticipated coaxing some truly delicious sounds and fluid out of her, watching her become a slave to her body’s desires regardless of how much she hated him.
            “Much better,” Magatsuhi said as he looked Kagura over from head to toe. “She has an incredible body, now. I can’t wait to see her in action. Shall we introduce Byakuya to his new, sexy sister?”
            “Excellent idea,” Naraku agreed. He transitioned from verbal communication to telepathic so as to reach Byakuya. “Byakuya, come to my den, would you? I have something *wonderful* to show you.”
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            By this point, Byakuya had left the castle’s loom room and returned to the room where Sayaka slept, carrying her replacement clothes and those intended for Kagura. To his relief, he had found that the skeleton soldiers guarding the room’s shoji door had not moved, and he entered the room to find Sayaka undisturbed, fast asleep on her futon. The male wind demon folded up the articles of her miko clothing neatly and lay them next to her on the hardwood floor, so that she would find them when she awoke.
            Just as Byakuya began to contemplate what to do with Kagura’s clothes, Naraku spoke into his mind, causing him to tense and shiver in revulsion. The wind demon felt that he was beginning to hate his master. “Come to my den, would you?” Naraku asked with suspicious politeness. “I have something wonderful to show you.”
            Given that he was holding her newly-made clothes, Byakuya reasoned that whatever Naraku had done, it directly involved Kagura, his female predecessor and the incarnation whom Naraku had patterned him after. He realized that the fluctuation he had felt in his life-force a few minutes before must have been that which resulted from Kagura’s rebirth. “On my way,” Byakuya replied to Naraku by telepathy. He backed out of Sayaka’s room quietly so as not to wake the sleeping miko and he closed its shoji door behind him. He then navigated his way through the castle to Naraku’s den, finding it empty.
            The trap door in Naraku’s den leading to the dungeon below the castle flung open of its own accord, inviting Byakuya to come below. Byakuya approached with some trepidation, then descended through it and climbed down the ladder connecting it to the stone floor several feet beneath. He followed the path that Naraku had walked earlier and soon joined his master in the spheroid chamber deep beneath the castle.
            Byakuya entered the chamber and stepped carefully onto its curved floor so as not to stumble, immediately noticing Kagura as she floated in a fetal position in the transparent artificial womb surrounding her. He then gave Naraku a glance of uncertainty. The male wind demon halfway expected his master to murder him on the spot and he had dozens of incredibly cruel methods at his disposal. Byakuya had attacked Naraku in Sayaka’s bath house and he knew that he did not need to worry about if Naraku would retaliate, but when. Kagura herself was evidence of Naraku’s patient, yet vindictive nature. The wind sorceress had defied or plotted against Naraku on an almost daily basis for years, but in the end, Naraku exacted his vengeance on her. Bringing her back to life would give him the opportunity to exact even more.
            Naraku sensed Byakuya’s thoughts and smiled darkly. He sprouted a single, dark red tentacle from his back and he guided it to shoot outward and wrap tightly around Byakuya, clamping the wind demon’s arms to his midsection and holding them immobile. He then pulled Byakuya to him so that he could grasp his chin with a hand and speak to him face-to-face, red eyes locked with cobalt blue. “You are right to fear me,” Naraku said, producing another tentacle from his back and shaping its end into a sharp, serrated blade. He pressed it to Byakuya’s throat, directly over his hammering carotid artery. “I’ve killed people for much less than what you did to me tonight.”
            Byakuya stiffened as Naraku’s tentacle blade began to dig into his flesh, tiny rivulets of his blood beginning to slip down his neck. Other than that, he did not struggle, knowing that there was nothing he could do, nowhere he could run that would allow him to escape Naraku, as Kagura had once tried. “I should probably tell you I’m sorry, but I’m not,” he spoke honestly and somewhat defiantly. “Sayaka’s girls were so pure and beautiful.” Byakuya then recalled that Sayaka and her junior priestesses were basically prostitutes and not exactly unwilling ones, at that. “Well, maybe not so pure, but definitely beautiful,” he corrected himself. “They felt so good. And now they’re dead, because of you.”
            Naraku retracted his tentacle blade from Byakuya’s throat and brushed the wind demon’s silky black bangs away from his elegant male brow. “Ah, Byakuya. I can’t stay angry at you,” he relented, indulging himself in his incarnation’s attractive facial features. “You’ll forget about those women in time. After all, I saved their mistress just for you. Sayaka may be an unwilling guest here at the moment, but if we work together, we may be able to groom her into something more.”
            “Such as?” Byakuya asked.
            “A wife. Your wife,” Naraku answered. “The mother of your children and a willing partner in your bed. I know you’ve already fucked her again. In the bath, she didn’t seem to need much persuasion to accept you into her body. Just a little exposure to the scent of your seed and she was all yours. Think of all that you can do with her with a week, or a month. Defy me no further and I’ll let her live.”
            “She will be mine,” Byakuya demanded. “Don’t just let her live, keep your hands and your tentacles off of her.”
            Naraku released Byakuya from his tentacle’s grip with a laugh. “Of course! The attraction between the two of you is mutual, if adversarial. Serve me willingly and I won’t interfere with it. Besides, Sayaka isn’t the miko I really want, anyway. That would be Kikyo.”
            “Kikyo, huh?” Byakuya pondered. “Why have you revived Kagura, then?”
            Naraku turned from Byakuya and used his demonic powers to conjure a mass of light into existence at the bottom of Kagura’s birthing pod, illuminating the unconscious wind sorceress’ bare body in dramatic fashion. Via telekinesis, he detached the pod from the pillars of ink-black resin supporting it, plucking it free as if he was picking a piece of strange, very large fruit. He lowered it to the floor of the stone chamber, placing it between himself and Byakuya so that the male wind demon could examine his new sister more closely. “Your next mission will be to capture Kikyo and bring her to me,” Naraku explained. “She is even more powerful that Sayaka, so Kagura will assist you. What do you think of her?”
            “She’s…beautiful,” Byakuya hushed, stunned by Kagura’s incredible physique. Of course, she was completely naked inside her pod and the innocence of her fetal position, as well as the tranquil expression on her face, contrasted with the enormous sex appeal Naraku had endowed her with. The male wind demon reached out and placed a hand upon the surface of Kagura’s pod. Its outer membrane was warm to the touch and he could feel Kagura’s heart beating through it. “She’s so powerful, too…”
            “Let’s wake her up,” Naraku decided. The oni lord guided the bladed tentacle he had used to threaten Byakuya to pierce the exterior of Kagura’s birthing pod and slice it open. Gallons of amniotic fluid rushed out as a result, and the curved shape of the spherical chamber caused the stuff to run down into the well-like hole at the bottom. Kagura’s body sank to the bottom of the pod as the fluid buoying it receded, and her hair no longer floated freely in a fluid medium, instead clinging to her body in glistening mass of wet, glossy black. As the last of its fluid contents poured out, the outer membrane of the pod remained semi-rigid and retained its shape so that it did not collapse into a gooey heap on Kagura’s body.
            Naraku knelt into Kagura’s open, drained pod and aligned his upper body with hers, tilting her head back so that he could take her lips with his own. His intent was not to steal a kiss, as he intended to steal a complete fuck from her very soon, but to initiate her respiration. Sealing his lips very tightly to hers, he breathed into her mouth, inflating her lungs and stimulating her diaphragm. The oni lord repeated the action a few times and Kagura’s involuntary muscle actions took over from there. As he pulled away, the female wind demon’s chest began to rise and fall as she began breathing on her own. Naraku then severed her umbilical cord very close to her navel and projected a hot jet of his youki from a single finger to cauterize it at the root.
            Byakuya lay Kagura’s clothes out on the floor of the stone chamber, creating a makeshift bed for the wind sorceress. Naraku slipped his right arm underneath Kagura’s legs at her knees, using his left to support her shoulders as he extracted her from her pod, bringing her into open air for the first time in her second life. He willed the pod’s remains to disintegrate and used a full-body charge of his youki to purge Kagura’s body of the amniotic fluid clinging to it. He then knelt and carefully lay her out upon her clothes. Byakuya joined Naraku beside Kagura, kneeling at her left side opposite his master.
            Naraku willed the breastplate of his demonic armor to part down the middle and spread open in two halves. Byakuya watched with morbid interest as his master unfastened the dark violet haori he wore underneath his armor to bare his muscular chest and abdomen, then placed his right hand flat over his sternum. Naraku’s hand glowed with demonic energy and seemed to ‘phase’ out of existence, becoming semi-transparent. It could now pass through solid matter unimpeded and Naraku sank it through the skin, muscle, and bone to grip his own heart.
            “I have recreated Kagura’s flesh,” Naraku said, grunting in some discomfort as he rooted around inside his own chest. He closed his red eyes and breathed deeply as he touched his fingertips to the walls of his heart, feeling his life beating through it. “I must now recall her spirit.”
            Byakuya watched Naraku’s chest begin to glow around where the oni lord had submerged his hand into it. Naraku’s heart was the source of that glow, his spirit concentrating itself into it for him to manipulate. A sizable portion of his spirit separated from the rest and osmosed into his hand. He retracted his hand and an orb of blood red light radiated within it, basking his face and chest in a ghastly light. Naraku held Kagura’s very soul in his hand.
            “Here’s another reason for you to obey me,” Naraku said to Byakuya, holding Kagura’s manifested spirit out for the male wind demon to see. “Even if you make it necessary for me to kill you, you won’t be free. Your spirit will simply return to that from whence it came: mine. You’ll just end up like Kagura: a spirit without a body, trapped within me for years on end in a state of neither life nor death. I highly recommend that you place a greater value on the life you have now.”
            Byakuya swallowed thickly. By Naraku’s macabre demonstration, Byakuya discovered that he had no real life of his own, only that which Naraku endowed him with. Sayaka, though, was a real woman with real life. He realized that even if he wasn’t totally committed to living for himself, he could live for her, to try and protect her from whatever craziness Naraku had planned next. “Don’t worry. I will,” he said.
            Naraku slipped his left arm underneath Kagura’s shoulders and pulled her into a sitting position in his lap, her head hanging limply with throat bared, her hair connecting her head to the stone floor as a vertical river of liquid tar. He moved his right, spirit-charged hand closer to her chest, brushing his fingers over her full breasts with lecherous pleasure. Kagura’s spirit seemed to strain to escape Naraku’s hand, eager to occupy a body once more, and Byakuya flinched as crackling arcs of electricity suddenly began leaping from point to point along the spherical stone chamber’s curved wall. Similarly, outside the castle, much larger, more violent arcs jumped around the interior of the energy barrier surrounding Naraku’s island.
            “There’s a lot of energy in the air,” Byakuya said with mounting concern. The scent of ozone filled his nose. He decided that if the underground chamber, the castle above, and the island supporting it all was about to suddenly blow themselves to bits, the safest place to be was near Naraku and so he did not move. “The gods are angry. They protest this, what you’re about to do with Kagura.”
            Naraku chuckled, slipping his right hand into Kagura’s chest as he had done with his own. He took hold of her beating heart, cupping his palm to it to give her spirit the conductivity it needed. “Kagura’s name means ‘dance of the gods.’ Literally, ‘god entertainment.’ The gods don’t protest. They celebrate!”
            Kagura’s spirit flashed out of Naraku’s hand with a vengeance and soaked into its new body’s heart. It decompressed and spread out through its new body to assert itself, finding nerve pathways and journeying up into its new brain. Instantly, consciousness dawned within Kagura’s brain as her body and spirit ceased to be separate, rejoined at last. Her eyes began to move beneath her elegantly-lashed eyelids immediately and Byakuya took notice.
            “She’s dreaming,” Byakuya awed. Only a few seconds had passed since Naraku had implanted Kagura’s spirit in its new body and already, the wind sorceress was experiencing something similar to rapid-eye-movement sleep. “What could she possibly be dreaming about so soon?”

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